Sadly, I don't own Hetalia, But I WILL take that Hot British Pirate and make him my own ;)

All rights go to respective owners~! And the creator of Hetalia~!

First Fan fic, I only have Notepad installed on my computer, I'm running on cookies and water, bored to DEATH, and can't fix my spelling errors, so, sadly,

enjoy the crap story I have started~!

lD

Chapter one -

Emily -

God, what was taking that chick so long?

"MATTIE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" I yelled. Lots of people looked at me weirdly, mainly the old people b/c their, you know, weird.

But still, why should I CARE?

I had crap to do too, you know.

Not that old people cared, and I really didn't care to explain it to them, but still,

I just wish they would stop looking at me like that.

I paused, seeing a a teen- no, MAN, walk bye me, giving me the hairy eyeball as he passed.

I felt my face flush, and spun around, facing the back of the guy, who, I noted, had blonde hair.

Really nice blonde hair in fact, like that soft looking hair that you always see those hair commercial guys have.

You know, the hair that looks soft,and thick, and really really shiny?

Yea, well this guy had that, only you could tell it was NATURAL.

Damn...and He had a skinny body, but I bet he had some serious muscles under all those clothes.

Not that I cared - which I don't.

Anyway, I tapped the guy on the shoulder, well, more like hit him, but still - It was still tapping.

He glanced over his shoulder, and noticing me, turned around and matched my glare.

"What do you want?" He asked in a strong voice, which appeared to have a HOT British accent, may I add.

Not that I liked it, anyway.

Which I don't.

I took a step back, wavering in my defiance towards the guy as those piercing bright green eyes met mine at full force.

Oh man... he had some pretty eyes. But I also noticed he had some seriously bushy eyebrows.

God, What..Off.

I averted my eyes away from his gaze, and glanced at my shoes.

"I don't appreciate you giving me that look, god, just b/c I'm looking for

my sister, doesn't mean you - "

I was cut off by a disgruntled looking Mattie running over, tripping and nearly landing flat on her face in the process.

Ha. People tripping was so much fun to laugh at.

Especially when the person is your 15 year old sister, with big scared looking lavender eyes and pale blonde hair that she always had back in

pig tails, and big dorky glasses framing her pale face.

That just made it all the better. Not that I enjoyed seeing my sister hurt herself, I just liked to make fun of her and laugh at her.

There IS a difference you know!

Any-who, I turned behind me to see if the British guy was still there, and noticed he was already gone.

Jerk.

"Emily! WE'RE LATE FOR WORK!" Yes, my name is Emily - which I HATE. God, It was SUCH a girls name. Not that I'm NOT a girl, I'm just not a girl.

You know what I mean...

"We don't start work until midnight."

"IT'S 12:30!"

Well, hell.